It was one am, and I was fixing a mission so that the person who completed it wouldn't die when I heard the door open. I looked up to see Nick Fury staring at me with a huge amount of anger in his eyes. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he demanded, his voice low and tense. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and my heart raced as I struggled to think of a way to explain my actions. "Sir, I—" I began, but the words caught in my throat as he stepped closer, his presence looming. Fury's expression hardened, and I knew that any excuse I offered would have to be more than just a simple apology; it needed to convey the gravity of the situation I had unwittingly set in motion.
"I should've known it was you changing the missions; for years I thought that I was just doing things wrong or the assassins couldn't do the job right," he said, staring at me. He softly closed the door, which was the only way out of the office. "Now. Now, now, what am I going to do with you?" he said as I started moving backwards and bumping into the wall. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," I stammered, my heart racing as I sought an escape route. The weight of his gaze pressed down on me, amplifying my panic as I realized the gravity of my situation.
He walked over to me and said, "This won't hurt one bit." He then put a rag over my mouth and nose, and everything went black.
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Steven Strange POV
Nove's gone; the girl I have looked after since her father died is gone. The team and I have looked everywhere, and there is no sign of her. There is only one place we haven't checked because we aren't allowed in there, and that is Fury's office.
I quietly put in the code to unlock the door to the office. The only reason I know it is because November made me memorize it just in case something were to happen so that I could take charge of the team. As the door clicked open, a wave of tension washed over me. I stepped inside, heart racing, hoping that this was the breakthrough we desperately needed.
As I looked around the room, I almost wanted to scream for the others. The desk was trashed and chair thrown to the side; clearly something happened here, and that's why we can't find her. The sense of urgency intensified as I scanned the chaotic scene, my mind racing with possibilities. "We need to figure out what went wrong," I muttered to myself, steeling my resolve to piece together the clues that could lead us to her.
I turned around and walked out of the office to see Wanda standing there.
"Fury's missing too," she said, staring at me creepily.
I sighed, knowing that now was the time to tell the team about what November and I have been doing for the past two years.
"Call a team meeting, please," I said.
Once she walked away to do as I asked, I put my head in my hands, worried for the sake of my daughter figure, because I don't know what would happen if I lost her. She's my everything. As I stood there, the weight of my thoughts pressed heavily on my chest. I couldn't shake the image of her face, bright and full of life, from my mind, and I knew I had to be strong for her sake, no matter how difficult the truth would be to share.
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Steve's POV
One minute I was walking onto the platform to see if we had got the time travel right; the next I was standing in the middle of the woods with five others who I knew to be dead. As I glanced around, confusion flooded my mind—how could this be possible? The air was thick with an unsettling mix of nostalgia and dread.
"Whoa, so you died too?" said the person to my right.
"I guess?" I said, trying to figure out where I was.
"So when are you going to look and see who we are?" said the same person.
I sighed and turned around and looked at the others; one was a woman with long red hair and a slim body and looked exactly like Bucky's wife, Elizabeth, who died of sickness while we were at war. The woman beside her was tall with dark brown hair, and I could instantly tell that she was Peggy. The third woman, who was tall with warm blond hair, I knew just by one look that she was my mother, Sarah Rogers. The fourth women I know that there was no way to describe her after all she was the one and only Black Widow.
Finally I turned to the guy on my right; he was tall with long brownish/blackish hair and a metal arm.
"Buck?" I said as soon as I saw him.
"Finally turning towards me, Stevie," he said, smirking at me.
"What happened?" I asked, finally giving in to my gut and also wanting to know if my daughter was ok.
"No clue, I just know we all died and now we're back," Bucky said, looking at me with hopeful eyes, "Ember."
"Last I knew, she was alright," I said, thinking of November, hoping she was safe.
Suddenly a man who looked like Bruce Banner, just older and a teenager, came out of the trees. He had a wild look in his eyes, as if he had just stumbled out of a nightmare.
"Welcome back to the land of the living. It is currently the year 2032," the teenager said.
"You need to come with me," the man urged, glancing back over his shoulder as if expecting something to follow him from the shadows. "There's no time to explain."
"What?" I practically yelled.
"There's no way in hell I'm going with two strangers to who knows where," Bucky said, backing me up.
"My name is Bruce Banner; I am a part of the Avengers, just like how Bucky and Steve were/are. We are in danger here in the woods because the Avengers were not able to kill Hydra, so we need to get out of here now." The guy, Bruce said.
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November POV
When I woke up I was in a white room with no entrance and nothing else other then the 4 white walls. I stood up and started banging on the walls, while screaming "Help, HELP." over and over again until my fists and throat were rubbed dry.
"Please," I whisper as I slid onto the floor sobbing, "please."
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Steven POV
Everyone was seated at the table except Bruce and Naomi, who had been staying here with November during the summer. After 10 or so minutes we started to become worried about where they were when suddenly Naomi walked into the room.
"You all need to come with me now; Bruce has been in the lab all day acting like Tony Stark, and it worked," she said.
"What did he do?" I asked, standing up.
"He brought them back," she said, looking at me, "Sarah, Elizabeth, Peggy, Nat, Bucky, and Steve. Bruce brought them back to life."
Everyone else in the room stood up, and she turned around and motioned for us to follow her, and we did.
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November POV
I have no clue how long it had been, but it was enough time for me to start getting sick from the lack of food and water. I kept vomiting, and every time I thought the nausea went away, I ended up vomiting again. After a while of that never-ending circle, a door opened that you couldn't even tell was there. A dim light spilled into the room, revealing a figure silhouetted in the doorway. My heart raced as I struggled to sit up, hoping this unexpected presence might bring the help I so desperately needed.
There standing in the door was Nick Fury and other guards. He walked towards me and pulled me off the floor harshly. "You're coming with us," he said, his voice steady and commanding. I could see the steely determination in his eyes as he gestured for the guards to stand back.
"Let me go!" I yelled while trying to get out of his grip.
"No, you're coming with me and my workers," Fury said, pulling me out of the room.
Fury tossed me into a dark room with only a chair and other guards in there.
"Welcome to Hydra, Miss Rogers." Fury said as more guards picked me off the floor and threw me into the chair.
The chair instantly put cuffs around my wrists and ankles, keeping me locked in.
Out of nowhere, electricity shot through the chair and into my body, causing intense pain enough to make me scream, but I knew I couldn't give them that satisfaction—not yet at least.